The the - Perfect

It's a ^Echilly English ^Awinter And ^Bsolitude is never ^Aeasy to maint^Eain ^{A B} Ex^Acept when it r^Eains ^{A B A} So I ^Ehang an empty ^Asmile beneath ^Bmy empty ^Aeyes And go ^Eout for a w^Aalk ^{B A} The ^Ewet morning s^Aun reflects ^Boff the paving-^Astones While a ^Elittle dog ^Abarks its h^Bead off ^A In the d^Eistance ^{A B A}

^E Oh, what a ^Aperfect ^Bda^Ay ^E To ^Athink a^Bbout my^Aself ^E My feet are ^Afirmly ^Bscrewed to the ^Afloor ^E What i^As there to ^Bfear from such a ^Aregular ^Eworld? Oh, what a ^Aperfect ^Bda^Ay ^E To ^Athink a^Bbout my^Aself ^E My feet are ^Afirmly ^Bscrewed to the ^Afloor ^E What i^As there to ^Bfear from such a ^Aregular ^Eworld? ^{A B A}

^EPassing by a c^Aemetery I think of ^Ball the little hopes and ^Adreams That lie ^Elifeless and u^Anfullf^Billed beneath ^Ethe s^Aoil ^{B A} I see an ^Eold man ^Afingering his ^Bperishing ^Aflesh He tells him^Eself he was a g^Aood man and^B did good ^Athings Am^Eused and conf^Aused by l^Bife's little ^Aironies He s^Ewallows his b^Aottle of d^Bistilled^A damn^Eation ^{A B A}

^EPeople turn a^Around with u^Bnseeing e^Ayes They're ^Elooking for s^Aomething that ^Bdoesn't ex^Aist The ^Eworld you once ^Aknew is being ^Beaten up ^Aby rust ^ENo-one has time for the ^Apast, but s^Btill, in God they ^Atrust The ^Efuture is ^Anow, but it's ^Ball going w^Arong ^EBodies good for n^Aothing, but it's to ^Bnothing they bel^Aong ^EPeople say their ^Aprayers and ^Bsome work ^Ahard If you ^Egive them all your ^Amoney, they'll ^Bgive you their ^Ahearts^E This t^Aown ain't g^Boing like a ^Aghost t^Eown ^{A B} It's g^Aoing like ^Ehell...^A. ^{B A}

^E Oh, what a ^Aperfect ^Bda^Ay ^E To ^Athink a^Bbout my^Aself ^E My feet are ^Afirmly ^Bscrewed to the ^Afloor ^E What i^As there to ^Bfear from such a ^Aregular ^Eworld? ^E Oh, what a ^Aperfect ^Bda^Ay ^E To ^Athink a^Bbout my^Aself ^E My feet are ^Afirmly ^Bscrewed to the ^Afloor ^E What i^As there to ^Bfear from such a ^Aregular ^Eworld? ^E Oh, what a ^Aperfect ^Bda^Ay ^E To ^Athink a^Bbout my^Aself ^E My feet are ^Afirmly ^Bscrewed to the ^Afloor ^E What i^As there to ^Bfear from such a ^Aregular ^Eworld? ^E Oh, what a ^Aperfect ^Bda^Ay ^E To ^Athink a^Bbout my^Aself ^E My feet are ^Afirmly ^Bscrewed to the ^Afloor ^E What i^As there to ^Bfear from such a ^Aregular ^Eworld? ^E Oh, what a ^Aperfect ^Bda^Ay ^E To ^Athink a^Bbout my^Aself ^E My feet are ^Afirmly ^Bscrewed to the ^Afloor ^E What i^As there to ^Bfear from such a ^Aregular ^Eworld?